Back at work! Dear old Metropolis fetish, dear dear flat, iron icon. After Freya's Day's date the romance continued. Jenny & I went to Ghenet, the new Ethiopian place in Park Slope-- "where angels eat"-- which is I guess owned by the same people as the now defunct Mekerem, which is no longer around, or so the gossip goes? Anyhow, there is an Ethiopian restaurant in my neighborhood, which cheers me to no end; I like it. We went there & smashed a bottle of wine with dinner-- oh, & had some steak tartar appetizer that was pretty good & had green peppers. That is the closest I've come to tolerating green peppers ever. Afterward back home for some more Angel-- we're making steady progress; we've moved into Season Four I think? Then she fell asleep on my lap, then she fell asleep on top of the covers! Which JUST WON'T DO so I worked my wiles on her & woke her up. It might have something to do with the second bottle of wine we hammered out. Or the cocktails. Or the beer.
Sunday was some video games & some chilling out. I grabbed breakfast from a diner (that I used to hate but now like?) & beat Life Force, that old Konami game where you are a space ship inside like a demon-alien-planet? & you have to fight white blood cells & robots & such. I like the Wii's ability to download old console games. Plus some MarioKart, & then off to the gym. This last week has been better at getting me on track-- a reliable every-other-day. Then ran into Adam & Tania picking up lunch supplies-- salad, & then over to Royal Oak for play rehearsal. Things are coming along; I didn't choke on anything, which is fine by me. I can really only be responsible for knowing my own shit, right? Which I do, or I'm getting there. Cocktails at the Centre of the Earth is creeping up, man.